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Sarah
I did it.
I lied to Matthew about my pregnancy, and he seems to believe it.
But now what?
I can't keep up this lie forever. Eventually, he's going to expect to see a growing belly, doctor's appointments, and ultrasounds. Real ones, not the fake picture I ordered online.
I pace around my kitchen after Matthew leaves, running my fingers through my hair. He looked so devastated, so trapped. But he chose me. That's what matters.
Isn't it?
The guilt gnaws at me, but I push it down. I have maybe a month, two at most, before I need to stage a miscarriage. It's awful to even think about, but what choice do I have? I've started this; I have to see it through.
My phone buzzes. It's a text from Matthew: I told Amanda about the baby. She didn't take it well.
My stomach twists. Of course she didn't. I wouldn't either.
I need to buy that time.
"I texted back: I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
